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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.