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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.