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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.