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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.