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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Index,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.