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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.