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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.