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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.