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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.