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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.