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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.