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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.