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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Can,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.