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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.