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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.