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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.