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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.