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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.