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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Zeros to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.