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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.