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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.