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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.