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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.