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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.