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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Pole,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.