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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Kayak,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.