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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.