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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.