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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.