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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.