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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.