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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.