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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.