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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
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.