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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Franke,
Slave,
Aswad,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.