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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.