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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Crime,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.