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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.