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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.