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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Shoche,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.