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 Chile 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.