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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.