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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.