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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.