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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Television,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.