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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Barracudas to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.