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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
cv313,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.