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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.