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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
cv313,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.