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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.