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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.