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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Faust,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Can,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.