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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Faust,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.