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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Magma,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
The Litter,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.