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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.