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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Interpol,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.