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 India and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.