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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.