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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Model 500,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.