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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.