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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.