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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.