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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.