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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.