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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.