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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.