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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Index,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.