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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.