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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.