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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.