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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.