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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
AZ,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.