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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.