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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.