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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.