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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.