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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.