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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.