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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.