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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Television,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.