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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.