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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.