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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.