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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.