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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Smog,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
UT,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.