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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Ludus,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.