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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.