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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Television,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.