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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.