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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.