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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.