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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.