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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.