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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.