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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.