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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
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.