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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.