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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.