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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.