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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
UT,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.