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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
X-101,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.