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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.