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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.