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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
UT,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.