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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.