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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.