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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
the Association,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.