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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Index,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.