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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.