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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Jandek,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.