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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.