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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.