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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.