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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
X-101,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.