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 Israel 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.