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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.