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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.