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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.