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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.