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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.