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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.