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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
June of 44,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.