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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.