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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.