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 Burundi and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.