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 Nepal 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.