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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.