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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.