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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Magma,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.