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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
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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.