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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.