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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Brick,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.