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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.