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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.