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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.