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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.