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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.