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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.