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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Index,
Monks,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.