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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.