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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.