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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.