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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.