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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.