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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.