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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.