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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.