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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.