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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.