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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.