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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.