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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Television,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.