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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.