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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.