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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.