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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.