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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Urselle,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.