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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.