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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.