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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.