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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.