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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.