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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.