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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.