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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.