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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.