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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.