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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.