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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.