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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.