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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.