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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.