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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Erasure,
Moebius,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.