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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.