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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.