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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.