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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
AZ,
the Association,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.