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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
New Order,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.