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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.