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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.