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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.