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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.