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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.