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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.