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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.