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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.