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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Yaz,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.