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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.