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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.