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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.