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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Theoretical Girls 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.