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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.