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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.