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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.