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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.