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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.