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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.