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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.