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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.