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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.