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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.