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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.