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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.