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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Section 25,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.