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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.