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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.