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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.