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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.