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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Monks,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.