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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.