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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Ronan,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.