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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.