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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.