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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Gong,
CMW,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.