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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.