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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.