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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.