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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.