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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.