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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
The Standells,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.