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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
MDC,
Slave,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
The Monks,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.