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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.