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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.