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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.