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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.