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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.