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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.