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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.