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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.