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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.