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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
New Order,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.