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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Monks,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.