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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.