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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.