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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.