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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.