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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.