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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.