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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.