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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Can,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.