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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.