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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.