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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.