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 Burundi 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.