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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.