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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
CMW,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.