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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.