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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.