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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
June Days,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.