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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
MDC,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.