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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.