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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Doors,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.