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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.