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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
UT,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.