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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.