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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.