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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Pylon,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.