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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.