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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
X-102,
Skriet,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.