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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.