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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.