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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
The Names,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.