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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.