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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.