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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.