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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.