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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.