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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
UT,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.