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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.