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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.