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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.