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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
the Germs,
UT,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.