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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Can,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.