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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Busters,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.