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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.