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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.