Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.