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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.