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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Organ,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
John Holt,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.