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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.