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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.