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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Whodini,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.