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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.