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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.