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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.