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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.