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 Kiribati 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.