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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Ossler,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Television,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.