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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.