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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
New Order,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.