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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Mars,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.