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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 United States of America to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.