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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.