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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.