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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.