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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.