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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
DNA,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.