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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.