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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.