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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.