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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Whodini,
Index,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.