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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.