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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.