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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.