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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.