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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Monks,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.