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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
X-102,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.