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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.