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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.