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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.