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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.