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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.