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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.