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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.