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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.