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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.