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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.