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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.