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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.