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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.