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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.