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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.