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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.