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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.