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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.