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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.