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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones 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 Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
JFA,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.