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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.