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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.