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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.