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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.