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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.