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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.