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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.