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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.