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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.