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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.