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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.