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 France and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo 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 jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.