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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.