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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.