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 Mali 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.