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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
CMW,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
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.