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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.