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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.