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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.