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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.