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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.