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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.