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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 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 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.