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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.