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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.