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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.