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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.