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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.