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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.