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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.