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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.