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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.