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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.