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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.