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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.