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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
MC5,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
New Order,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.