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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.