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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.