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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.