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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Liliput,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.