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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.