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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.