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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.