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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.