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 North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.