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 Nepal and from London.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.