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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.