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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.