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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.