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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The Evens,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.