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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
X-101,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.