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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.