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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.