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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.