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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
MC5,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.