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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.