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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Can to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.