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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.