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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.