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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Index,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.