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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
World's Most,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.