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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
MC5,
AZ,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Nico,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.