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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Interpol,
MC5,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.