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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.