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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Faust,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.