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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.