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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.