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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.