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 China and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.