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 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 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 Wake to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
UT,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.