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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.