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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.