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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.