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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.