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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.