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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.