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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.