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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.