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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.