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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Magma,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.