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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.