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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.