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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.