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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Can,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.