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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.