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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Crime,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.