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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.