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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Evens 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.