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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.