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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.