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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
X-101,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.