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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.