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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
The Names,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.