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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.