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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.