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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Pagans,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.