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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.