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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.