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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Sparks,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.