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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.