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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.