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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.