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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Magma,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.