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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.