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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.