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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.