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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Inner City,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.