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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.