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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston 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.