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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.