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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Slave,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Niagra,
UT,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.