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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Brick,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.