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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.