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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Television,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.