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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.