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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.