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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.