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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.