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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.