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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.