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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Television,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.