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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.