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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Can,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.