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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.