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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Litter,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.