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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.