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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.