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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.