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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.