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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.