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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.