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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Fear,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.