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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.