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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Searchers to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.