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 Iceland 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.