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 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Index,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.