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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.