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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Nas,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.