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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.