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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.