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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.