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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.