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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.