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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.