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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Television,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.