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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.