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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
The Human League,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.