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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.