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 Madagascar 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.