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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.