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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.