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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.