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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.