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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.