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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.