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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
X-101,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Crime,
UT,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.