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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.