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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.