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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.