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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.