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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.