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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.