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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.