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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.