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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.