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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.