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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.