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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Japan,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.