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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Fear,
Scion,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.