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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.