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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
cv313,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.