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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.