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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.