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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Technova,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.