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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Inner City 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.