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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Pagans,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
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.