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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.