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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.