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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.