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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Organ,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.