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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.