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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.