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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.