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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
AZ,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.