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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.